Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Violent explosions could be heard from time to time in the bunker. Thick smoke wafted out of the ventilation holes and firing ports, and dazzling flames flashed.

"Gas grenades, kill them. Commandos, follow me and charge forward, fuck them."

An officer came to the head and shouted behind him.

A soldier wearing a gas mask, under the cover of two team members, quickly stepped forward and took out a grenade engraved with a skull.

The soldiers behind who were holding guns or throwing grenades at the opposite side quickly took out their gas masks and put them on their faces.

As a person from later generations, Zhu Zhanjun naturally would not ignore some powerful weapons.

Although these things are inhumane to use, on the battlefield, it's a fight to the death. As long as you can defeat the enemy, who cares about those things?

But then again, this thing is really harmful to nature when used. Throughout history, there has been almost no good ending to the use of this thing.

Most forces don't care about luck, but Zhu Zhanjun cannot help but care about it. He has the Golden Dragon of Luck on him. If he loses his luck by using this thing, it would be a loss.

Therefore, Zhu Zhanjun did not use this thing in large-scale bombing, but only adopted infantry throwing.

Strict regulations were also issued, stating that it could only be used with the order of officers above the battalion level when the situation was unbreakable or when there were heavy losses.

"呲呲..."

The professional soldier pulled the safety, and under the protection of a teammate with a bulletproof shield, he exposed his head and threw it towards the opposite side.

With two bangs, thick green fog vaguely emerged from the opposite side.

"Cough cough cough..."

A cough was heard from the other side, along with bursts of low groans and muffled gasps.

"Damn it, I can't breathe."

"What is this……"

Soon, the noise from the other side died down.

"on!"

The battalion commander wearing a gas mask waved his hand without hesitation, and the commando team consisting of several old squad leaders rushed forward with submachine guns.

In such a small environment, a submachine gun with a fast firing rate and easy movement is often the best choice for the commandos.

Although assault rifles are not bad, their firing rate is slower than that of submachine guns.

The submachine gun used by the Ming Commando was modeled after the later Suomi, and was equipped with a large drum magazine. It was extremely fun to fire in a confined environment.

The commandos rushed straight around the corner, stepping on potholes and stumbling bodies along the way.

The old squad leader looked out through the thick glasses and felt a chill in his heart.

Looking around, there were densely packed corpses of lobster soldiers. Each one looked horrible dead, and some even had their necks and faces scratched.

The old squad leader who had learned about the situation understood that this was caused by the poison gas making it difficult for the enemy to breathe.

Without daring to stop, they charged forward quickly, stepping on the corpses.

They needed to rush out of the bunker and expand the gap before the enemy could react.

"Ding Dong!"

Just after turning a corner, a few things suddenly bounced towards me from the opposite side.

"Grenade, watch out!"

The old squad leader's face changed, and while he gave a loud reminder, he suddenly turned the submachine gun in his hand and hit one of them with the butt of the gun, which bounced back directly.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

When the explosion sounded, one of the team members failed to dodge and was pierced by a shrapnel in the body. He fell to the ground with a groan.

The others ignored him and raised their submachine guns to suppress the enemy at the corner.

At the same time, two team members took out the offensive grenades hanging on their bodies, pulled the safety pin, counted to two seconds, and threw them directly to the opposite side.

"Rumble..."

There was an explosion and a mixture of screams. The old squad leader grabbed his injured teammate and dragged him to the corner. He replaced the few remaining drum magazines and rushed out with the battalion commander.

After rushing out of a secret door, the view in front of them suddenly widened.

"Get out of the way!"

The old squad leader, seeing countless guns pointed at him, kicked the battalion commander next to him away.

"Bang bang..."

Intensive gunfire rang out, and the old squad leader, who was unable to dodge, had several clouds of blood mist burst out of his body and fell heavily to the ground.

"Second brother!"

The battalion commander who was kicked to the ground was furious when he saw this scene. He roared, stuck the muzzle of his gun out of the cover, and fired wildly at the opposite side.

"Damn it!"

Cheng Yaojin, who rushed in with the follow-up soldiers, saw his old squad leader who had been protecting him lying in a pool of blood. His eyes turned red immediately and he started firing wildly at the opposite side with his light machine gun.

This is a large storage room. The lobster soldiers are hiding in the bunker on the opposite side, and the distance between the two sides is less than eight meters.

In a short-range encounter, what matters is who can output more firepower in the first place.

The assault soldiers were originally responsible for charging, and with the addition of the riflemen who followed up, and the support soldiers equipped with light machine guns, their powerful firepower in an instant was so strong that most of the lobster soldiers on the opposite side, who were still firing single shots, couldn't even raise their heads.

Cheng Yaojin was indeed a fierce man on the battlefield. Seeing that the opponent was suppressed by firepower, he held his submachine gun and rushed forward quickly while firing.

Several riflemen loaded their bayonets with a click and followed Cheng Yaojin with roars.

"kill!"

When the two sides met, a bloody bayonet fight broke out instantly.

Cheng Yaojin swung a light machine gun in his hand and fired wildly at the white-headed ghost opposite him. He was a fierce general on the battlefield and had just learned how to fight a gunman, but this kind of close-range combat was what he was good at.

Every time the machine gun was swung, a lobster soldier fell to the ground with blood spitting out of his mouth.

The Ming army soldiers following behind him were also fierce, with semi-automatic rifles equipped with triangular bayonets. Every time they thrust, an enemy would fall to the ground with a scream.

More and more soldiers came to support from both sides, and hundreds of people were crowded in the small space.

Later, the guns could no longer be used, so both sides started fighting with their fists, and some even used their teeth and helmets.

"Kill!"

At this moment, thunderous shouts broke out from outside.

When Cheng Yaojin and others broke through the gap, while the enemy's attention was drawn, several other assault teams also broke through the gap.

In an instant, the lobster soldiers' first line of defense collapsed.

The lobster soldiers have strong wills, but they also have the same flaw as Western soldiers, which is that they value their lives very much.

When attacking, they are as fierce as a tiger and do not care about their life. Once a loophole appears, the whole situation will collapse in an instant.

Seeing that the defensive line could not stop the Ming army, some guy was so timid that he immediately turned around and retreated to the second line of defense.

When the other lobster soldiers saw someone running away, their originally tenacious will to resist collapsed in an instant and they turned around and ran away.

One leads two, two leads four...

In less than a quarter of an hour, the first line of defense was taken by the Ming army.

"What's his name?"

In the bunker, Cheng Yaojin, covered in blood, came to the body of the old squad leader. Seeing that the other party was still charging, he was silent for a while and asked the battalion commander who was holding the old squad leader next to him.

The battalion commander, who was tidying up the body of the old squad leader, whispered back, "His name is Cui Gang, and he is from Qinghe."

Cheng Yaojin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that the old brother who had just taken care of him was actually from the same place as his second wife.

"Who else is in his family?"

Thinking about how the other party had not forgotten to teach him while fighting just now, Cheng Yaojin wanted to do something.

He has been killing enemies on the battlefield for so many years, and to be honest, he is no longer surprised by this kind of death.

But when the charge was launched today, he returned to the status of a soldier again. The care given to him by the old squad leader gave him an inexplicable feeling.

The battalion commander shook his head.

"nobody."

"He was a soldier of the Green Camp. He was injured while fighting the Taiping Rebellion and is no longer humane."

"His parents died early, and he was raised by an older brother. His brother was a soldier in the Green Camp, and he died in a battle, so he took over his brother's job."

Although the other party did not continue speaking, Cheng Yaojin understood.

The other person was the only one left at home, and he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to.

He sighed, took the body of the old squad leader from the other party and said, "You are the commander. Now is not the time to be sad. Leave this old brother to me. I will take him back."

"No matter what, we have to bring my brother back to our hometown for burial, so that he can return to his roots."

The battalion commander glanced at Cheng Yaojin and nodded.

He was arranged by his superiors to pay special attention to Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong.

Although the identities of these two people are not revealed, it is clear from this arrangement that it is not simple.

This place is thousands of miles away from the Ming mainland, and the logistics are already tight. It is impossible to free up ships to transport the bodies of the soldiers back home. Most of them are cremated on the spot and the ashes are sent back.

But as Chinese people, how many of them don’t want to return home intact and be buried in their ancestral tomb?

If the old squad leader had not had the arrangements above, it is very likely that only his ashes would have returned home.

In their class back then, there were only two people who were still dependent on each other. Although he knew that the situation did not allow it, he still hoped that his older brother could return home safely.

"Thank you very much!"

The battalion commander stood up, took a deep breath and saluted Cheng Yaojin, then looked at the old squad leader lying on the ground, picked up his helmet and continued to command the troops to fight.

Cheng Yaojin watched the other party leave, and together with the guards who were taking care of him, he put the old squad leader's body on his back, walked out of the bunker through the gap, and headed towards the beach.

"What? The first line of defense was lost. It's only been a short time!"

The Prime Minister stood up in shock, looked at the sun outside which was not yet at noon, and could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.

"You idiots, there are more than 1 soldiers on the first line of defense, and there is a solid defense line."

"I don't understand, what kind of stupid commander must be to make the game turn out like this."

"Are you worthy of the Queen, the people, and the British Empire?"

Faced with the prime minister's criticism, everyone below remained silent.

According to their plan, the Ming army would lose at least tens of thousands of troops on the first line of defense.

However, according to the intelligence currently available, the number of casualties among the Ming army was definitely less than 2000.

Despite having 6 troops guarding them and a solid defense line, they were defeated miserably when the enemy launched an attack on the beach without any cover.

Many people feel confused. Is it possible that the mighty sun that never sets is really going to turn into dusk and sunset?

"Ta Tata..."

A burst of hurried footsteps came in, and everyone looked over and saw an officer from the Intelligence Department walked in anxiously and shouted to several people: "The navy has sent the final news!"

Everyone held their breath and looked at him nervously.

The official's face was pale, and he tightly grasped the telegram in his hand, and said in a tearful voice: "Just now, the Queen sent a final farewell telegram. They were defeated!" (End of this chapter)